Fragrance of the fragmented flower

Just what is the truth? What is the secret behind the existence of the universe, the world, the reality as they spoke of? Is it all just a grand cosmic simulation or is there anything else hidden, not to be told? Never. Ever. The truth is fragmented and the world is its own petal of fragments, each carrying its distant fragrance. So, what reason do I have to question these concepts? For me to discover. For me to know. ___________________________________ Side Note: The story might be heavy in monologues and might feel like that too much is happening in short time, and I am sorry for that. It's my first novel and the idea which I thought for this was good but the execution wasn't that perfect. But you might enjoy it even it is a bit confusing at the start.